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also by nick flynn Stay I Will Destroy You My Feelings The Reenactments - photo 1

also by nick flynn

Stay

I Will Destroy You

My Feelings

The Reenactments

The Captain Asks for a Show of Hands

The Ticking Is the Bomb

Alice Invents a Little Game and

Alice Always Wins

Another Bullshit Night in Suck City

Blind Huber

Some Ether

A Note Slipped Under the Door

(coauthored with Shirley McPhillips)

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this is
the night
our house
will
catch fire

a memoir

nick flynn

The names of some people who appear in this book have been changed Copyright - photo 3

The names of some people who appear in this book have been changed.

Copyright 2020 by Nick Flynn

All rights reserved

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The Library of Congress has cataloged the printed edition as follows:

Names: Flynn, Nick, 1960 author.

Title: This is the night our house will catch fire : a memoir / Nick Flynn.

Description: First edition. | New York, NY : W. W. Norton & Company, [2020]

Identifiers: LCCN 2019058085 | ISBN 9781324005544 (hardcover) | ISBN 9781324005551 (epub)

Subjects: LCSH: Flynn, Nick, 1960- | Authors, American21st centuryBiography.

Classification: LCC PS3556.L894 Z46 2020 | DDC 818/.603 [B]dc23

LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2019058085

W. W. Norton & Company, Inc., 500 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10110

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disclaimer: This book began as a story Id tell my daughter at bedtime, a story about a man who lived in the woods behind my grandmothers house. It was a true story, yet as it unfolded it began to take on the feel of a fairy tale. For this reason, names have been changed in certain instances. Also, in several instances I have taken the liberty of entering into the consciousness of relativesmy mother, my grandfatherand speaking as if I am them. This device is based on shared DNA, memory, letters, and researchnot actual transcriptions of their thoughts.

book one what we first learn about fire is that we cannot touch it ice age - photo 4 book one

what we first learn about fire

is that we cannot touch it

ice age

FIVE PERFECTLY ROUND STONES, each about the size of an ostrich egg, sit on my desk in Brooklyn. My daughter (then seven) had gathered them up from Peggotty Beach on the last trip we took back to my hometown. The beach is just off Third Cliff, down from the last house I lived in as a child. Back then I thought peggotty meant rocky. Now each stone sits on my desk like an egg in a bird museum, a diorama showing how all eggs are differentsome larger, some smaller, some speckled, some not. Each is dry now, all versions of gray. If I touch my tongue anywhere on any one of them it will come alive.

I was born in the same place as these rocks, in a town formed by glacier. Ten thousand years ago the sun went awaymaybe it was volcanic ash, maybe a meteorite, maybe God told Noah to build a boat, told him, Im about to kill everyone . Now we call it the last ice age. The glacier could push only so far south, then it stoppedmaybe the water was too warm, or too salty, for it to go on. When the ice receded, all the earth it had ground into sand was left, and this sand became home to a native people known as Wampanoag (People of the Dawn). Then, after the Mayflower came, full of war and disease and fringy religion, it was christened Scituate, Massachusetts my hometown. 02066. From that day on, everyone born in that town has ice in their veins. I was born there, beside the Atlantic, in the shadow of that glacier, and now I dont seem able to escape it. The sound of it. The salt. I need it on my skin. I need to smell it. My mother carried me through the streets of that town inside her. Outside was chaoslots of drinking, lots of mayhem. Some of this mayhem seeped in, how could it not? When I was born, I came out wrongtwo collapsed lungs, staph infection: sickly. For the first two weeks I lived under glass in an incubator, a box like a tiny greenhouse, as if I were a tomato.

Now my job as a father (or one of them) is to tell my daughter stories from when I was her age. Then to bring her back, to show her the source of those stories. So one day she will understand where she is from, what made her. This is the house I lived in when I was your age, this is the saltmarsh I wandered to get to school each day. This is Marias, where I got my sub the nights my mother was working late. We go to the supermarket and we each buy a donut, hot out of the oil. The enormous mixer my mother used is still there. Im trying to make it easy for my daughter, something my mother never did for me, though she did a lot. Strange, but I have no idea, still, which house my mother grew up in, and only a vague idea of her hometown, what it was like. Canton is only a few miles from Scituate, maybe half an hours drive, and even though my mother and I would often drive, especially on the weekendaimlessly, wanderingwe never drove to Canton. She never pointed and said, There, thats the house I grew up in. She rarely, if ever, told me stories of her childhood. It seemed she wanted to get as far away from it as possible, as if we were driving through a dream, or away from a nightmare.

My daughter never met my mother, though shes seen the photos. When she asks how she died I tell her she had a bad heart. This is both a lie and not a lie. When I was having a hard time, I told her it was because I missed my mother, that it was near the anniversary of her death, that I was sad she was gone. This too was both a lie and not a lie. I was thinking of leaving my wife, or, more specifically, I was both thinking and not thinking. This was my chaos. It felt right because I was in control of it. She would have loved to have met you , I tell my daughter, which is true, I guess, but how can I know?

The stones on my desk were gathered from the southern edge of Peggotty Beach, where the breakwater meets the sand, where Third Cliff begins to rise from the ocean. Now, when I bring my daughter here, once a year or so, she spends the day carrying stone after stone to our car. She fills our trunk with so many stones that our tires begin to sink into the sand. I sometimes worry we will not be able to leave. I sometimes worry I never have. The day my mother died she walked down to this very spot. This is the closest water to what was our door, though it seemed the ocean was everywhere. Shed already taken her pills, already begun her note. Unlike Virginia Woolf, she didnt fill her pockets with stones, so I imagine her body simply floating on the surface, like a witchthat she could float would prove it.

the story of a million years

AN AFFAIR IS A ROOM where two people can close a door and feel known inside of it. In this room they can have the sense not only of being known, but of being utterly desiredwhich can feel a lot like love, even if it is, almost always, more complex.

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